No Filter

Chapter LXXXVI (86)

The entire ride was dead silent. We didn't bother to put on the radio to cover the quietness. I was trying to channel my anger as he struggles to suppress his. I see him a couple time gripping on the steering wheel as tight as he can. I lift my head from my tensed hands and see us parked in front of the house.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, walk out of the car, and head to the front door. I turn back and see Liam sitting in the car, his eyes staring straight ahead. I open the door and enter the house. As I step in, I feel the queasiness in my stomach tying knots. I breathe out slowly.

I swallow hard, pushing the lump down my throat but it wouldn't budge. I can hear the sound of my heart beating. I didn't know what to say to him. I understand that he was upset, but he didn't have to make a scene. He knows very well how I feel about getting that kind of attention.

I hear the door opens slowly, and I spin around. Liam enters the room and closes the door behind him. I bite my bottom lip and pace myself.

He breathes out and runs his fingers through his hair. His glare ran through me like a knife, and my heart plummets to my stomach. It was quiet. Too quiet. I never heard silence quite this loud before. My heart races, though, and I waited for him to say something, anything, to start the conversation. But we remain silent.

After a while, I clear my throat and speak up, "Liam, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I hesitated every time I thought about it. I just knew that this will be your reaction. Am I wrong?"

He shakes his head. "You're not wrong. But what's worse is that I had to found out myself what you kept from me. What happened to our communication? I thought we were able to tell each other everything like we used to."

"What am I suppose to do?" I question. "If I had told you earlier, you would've been angry at me like you are now. Either way, you wouldn't be happy about it."

"But you could have told me, and I wouldn't be angry about you holding your secret from me," He rebuttals.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't want this to happen. It was hard. We just found each other. I didn't want to see the sad look in your eyes when I told you, nor did I want to see this side of you."

"If you think this was so hard for you, when were you planning to tell me?" He asks. I catch my breath, unable to answer. "When?" He asks once more.

"I..." the lump reforms in my throat, "I don't know," I answer. My eyes puffed once more.

"Oh, you know," he says. His eyes grew watery, and I cover my mouth. "You know. Tell me this instant!"

I flinch. "I don't!" I yell.

"Yes, you do!" He screams back.

I gasp, covering my ears. I shake my head, and we scream at one another for a while. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Tears stream down my cheeks faster. Every word that came out became harsher and rough. I didn't know how much my voice could take it.

Liam takes a step forward and grabs my shoulders. His eyes stare down at me as he exclaims, "If you love me, tell me the truth!"

I bite my bottom lip and nods my head. I just needed us to stop yelling. I wanted it to stop. "Okay, you want the truth?! Fine! I never plan to tell you! I see why Cheryl left you in the first place! You ruin it by not trusting her in the first place!" His eyes shot up with a small gasp.

I immediately regret my words and cover my mouth. A tear streamed down his cheek, and my heart shattered. "Liam..." I begin, shaking my head. "Liam, I...I didn't mean..."

He drops his hands off my shoulders and takes a step back, turning to the staircase. I run up to him and wrap my arms around him. I bury my head in his back and shake my head once more. "Liam, I didn't mean that. I was just saying stupid words. They were stupid words. I meant none of it."